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Gravitronic sea-weed pressing filthy through our land
The seven sounds of thunder vibrate slickly into sand
I know about the thing you do. I know about your hand.
I know about your loneliness. I know about your plan.
Your fruit is ripe I take a bite and Iâm alive again.
I need to have your body sweating drinking in my sin.
Your vodka tonic spittle swimmerâs what I stole from you
Now I own your soul and hell just tell me, only tell me, when youâ¦
Comeâ¦Uhhâ¦
You know I wanna fuck you in our fantasy room
Drinking in the champagne swimminâ in a gravity tomb
Your a dirty girl you know I never want you clean
Iâve got to rip your underwar Iâve got to feed again.
Bitch I need your kisses drippinâ sweet like sippinâ dew.
Iâm hungry for the scent of life discovering in you.
Three days in our prison and our legs just smell of you.
I bought these souls to bet with you,
I know your name, now tell me when youâ¦
Comeâ¦Uhhâ¦
I am so close to you. I need a taste to know you care
Donât you dare. All those guys, in your hair, they dont care
Youâre sleepinâ around every bed in town.
If you donât like me why you around?
Mark my words Iâll be rich or dead
either way Iâll buy your soul tooâ¦
Comeâ¦Uhhâ¦
- Album:
- 2013
- Psychomagnetic